From a very young age you had showed an interest in dolls and as you got older the obsession you had with them only grew. You had porcelain, plastic, human..wait. Human? Mhm. When your brother Andrew had noticed you getting lonely as your father forbid you to go outside because of your unstable mental health he had gone out of his way to find a victim that he pump with large amounts of drugs so they would be docile and then sew their mouths shut with buttons in their eyes, ready just for you.

You absolutely adored these new dolls, having friends your size had to be the best experience ever. You would enjoy tea parties, sit in the garden and watch the flowers, sleep together. It was all so amazing. Whenever you got bored or upset with a certain doll your brother would store them away in the room known as the dollhouse.

Fortunately, your father also approved of these dolls because he saw them as a way to keep his precious daughter happy and stable. Currently, you were sat on your bed with your favorite doll called Aspen. He was once a young boy around your age but now he was a human sized doll that you spent most of your time with.